I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.
Never Count your Work Because Your
Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
Erin was a lonely girl with a brave mindset and she lived with her parent in a grey barn at omisphere, erin a girl that beh… beauty and friends
forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it